ChatGPT generated a schedule for me...

It wasn't perfect, so I edited it. But holy crap, this actually might work (though I will S U C K at music, but I can just do more on weekends)

5:00 AM - Wake up and start the day

5:15 AM - Go for a 4-mile run + lift

6:40 AM - Eat breakfast

7:00 AM - Shower and get ready for the day

7:30 AM - Review computer science concepts, set goals, running log, work on personal coding projects for a bit

7:50 AM - Take a 10-minute break

8:00 AM - Work on your master's thesis for 1 hour

9:00 AM - Start work

12:00 PM - Lunch break:

Eat lunch for 20 minutes

Practice clarinet/piano for 10-20 minutes

Take a 30-minute walk

1:00 PM - Resume work

(Before clocking out -- Trello sort)

6:00 PM - Dinner break:

Eat dinner / watch show for 20 minutes

Clean for 10 minutes + prep gym bag

Play video games/message friends for 20 minutes

Read for 10 minutes

7:00 PM - Writing time: 

Write 285 words of your novel

Write in your dream journal

7:25 PM - Digital art practice for ~1 hour

8:20 PM - Get ready for bed

8:45 PM - Meditate for 15 minutes

9:00 PM - Lights out

Play more clarinet/piano on weekends 

Game more on weekends, plus legos

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